Fae Lass

>Be Anon

>Living the life in the ponyvilian suburbs.

>Actually it was the only place you could afford.

>Having the Everfree Forest on your doorstep really downs a house's price.

>You take a walk on the forest checking on the traps you've set.

>Anon want meat. But Anon doesn't want to be meat.

>You prefer mornings. Nocturnal predators are retreating at this hour.

>While the diurnal ones are still groggy from sleep.

>You come across a black thing that looks like roadkill.

>On a fantasy medieval setting of eternal happyness.

>It's like a pony-thing but bigger, slimmer and with bug wings along with a gnarled horn.

>Upon closer inspection, you notice it's very skinny. You can see the bones.

>The wings look torn.

>Are those...holes on it's flesh?

>It's not just the morning cold that sends a chill down your spine.

>Strange. That's not how nature works.

>First, the predator would eat as much surface meat and gut as it could.

>Then, the scavengers would eat their fill.

>Followed by the vultures.

>And lastly, the worms and bacteria.

>Damn nature, you scary.

>But this looks like it's been passed on even by whatever wounded it.

>You pick a piece of wood from the ground.

>You prod the carcass half expecting it to explode or spill swarms of spiders and shit.

>You hear a strange noise. Like a moan.

>You draw your pocket knife.

>What kind of an idiot would enter a forest that houses half the castlevania bestiary unarmed anyway?

>You take a quick look 360 degrees around you.

>Nothing.

>You close your eyes and try to sense the threat.

>Another moan forces you to open them again.

>You witness the most disturbing sight you've seen in your life.

>The corpse is moving!

>It turns it's head with an effort and looks you in the eye.

>Man, this is fucked.

>You jump back, too scared to stay near and too horrified to look away.

>It opens it's mouth and whispers with failing strength.

>".......help.....meeee....."

>You don't even have the time to fight down the urge to vomit.

>Your courage is sapped at the sight of the living dead.

>Your mind races back on stories about insects and mammals being eaten alive from the inside by worms and larvae.

>You turn and run.

>You run as if the shadow predators that stalked man in times immemorable were after you.

>You further lose your shit when the sound of screams fills your ears.

>Your lungs burn by the lack of air.

>You finally exit the forest and into the morning sun's light.

>You stumble and fall down.

>You realize it was you who was screaming all along.

>You get up again and run all the way to Fluttershy's cottage.

 

 

 

 

>Be Fluttershy.

>You wake up at the sound of the rooster welcoming the new day.

>You yawn and turn on the the other side.

>You feel something tugging at your mane.

>"Not now, Angel Bunny."

>The tugging persists.

>"Five more minutes"

>The tugging stops. Good.

>Your heart skips a bit as something cold and wet hits you in the face.

>You are startled into consciousness.

>You must stop leaving a glass of water next to your bed at night.

>"Fine, fine. Let's get some breakfast."

>You sigh and get off bed. Time to feed the animals.

>Fast forward fifteen minutes and you're outside feeding the critters.

>You still haven't eaten anything.

>You are about to feed your chickens when you hear screaming.

>Screaming? Oh no! Something terrible must have happened!

>You see Anon come out of the woods screaming and running.

>His legs seem to be barely touching the ground.

>The sight of a creature walking on it's hind legs is odd.

>But watching it run with it's reverse-articulated legs and reach such speeds is pure mindfuck.

>You squeal and run back inside.

>The screaming stops.

>You risk a glance outside.

>Anon has fallen down.

>Your instict to help wounded creatures causes you to run towards him.

>Until he gets up and starts running towards you.

>You squeal in fear again and lock yourself in your cottage.

>A minute later Anon is banging on your door.

>"Fluttershy! Fluttershy open up!"

>Banging. Shouting. Moving. Urgency. Panic.

>"For Christ's sake Fluttershy, open up! I beg of you!"

>You hesitate but open the door. Anon is a friend after all.

>The man before you however doen't look like a friend.

>His hair is wild. Tears run down his cheecks and the fire of madness dances in his eyes.

>His whole bulk inflates and deflates as his body is furiously trying to catch it's breath.

>Something is seriously wrong here.

>You start to back away. This was a bad idea.

>Before you can back away enough, Anon reaches out and grabs you.

>"Anon, you are hurti-"

>"It was dead! DEAD! Why did it move? Why is it ALIVE?!"

 

 

 

 

>Be Twilight.

>You're in your library.

>Anon is here with you, in the next room.

>He was bewildered when he came.

>You turn to Spike.

>"How is he?"

>"Calmer" says the little dragon.

>"Did you give him the coffee?"

>"Yup. Extra strong, like you told me."

>"Good. He'll be out of his stupor soon."

>Spike is looking at you.

>"What?"

>Spike seems hesitant.

>"I don't know, Twilight. He didn't smell like alcohol to me."

>Oh Spike. When will he learn to not second guess you...

>You decide to talk to Anon.

>You put your ear on the door and try to hear. No noise.

>Bother. He didn't pass out on your floor, did he?

>You push the door with your cheek.

>No, there he is sitting on a stump you use as a table from time to time.

>Pony chairs can't quite...contain him.

>He is busying himself looking at his coffee instead of drinking it.

>His eyes are sullen and his face long.

>As you approach him, his eyes lift from the cup and look at you.

>"Are you calmer now?" you inquire.

>He nods weakly.

>"Yeah."

>He takes a sip from the coffee.

>He doesn't say it, but you can tell from his face that it's too sour for him.

>"Good. Now tell me calm and clear what happened."

>"Anon starts talking slowly, as if tasting each word in his mouth before letting it out.

>"I was taking a walk around the Everfree forest. Nothing strange. Until I found this...thing."

>You levitate a quill and parchment near you and start taking notices.

>...fatigue, withdrawal to self...

>"This thing. Can you describe it for me, Anon?"

>"I...I...don't remember much..."

>...lack of concentration...

>Anon continues after a second.

>"I thought it was a carcass. It looked the part. It had strange wounds".

>"Strange wounds?" you ask.

>Anon takes a breath and thinks for a moment.

>"Animals have teeth and claws, you know? They slash or tear their prey."

>The casualness with which Anon discusses gore still unsettles you.

>You briefly wonder if it's just him being mentaly ill or if it's his whole race who's so used to having suffering around them.

>"But this carcass had no such marks. Instead it missed whole chunks of it's flesh. Round chunks."

>"That's impossible. No animal has a round denture" you interrupt him.

>...add dillusions to the list...

>"I know. And what's even more strange is that the rest of it was skinny. Nothing had eaten it. It looked instead as if had starved to death."

>"So you were shocked at the sight of a corpse?"

>...fear of own mortality...

>Anon resumes staring at his coffee.

>"I've seen dead people before. It was..dreadful. Have you ever lost someone close to you, Twilight?"

>You feel unsettled by the maccabre conversation changing focus from him to you.

>"No, I can't say I have, thankfully".

>"Well, I have."

>You notice Anon's voice changing as if there's something on his throat.

>"Seeing a person just lying there...knowing it can't be fixed...an inanimate piece of meat...one you're used interacting with for most of your life..."

>Anon tries to clear his throat, but when he speaks again, you notice he couldn't.

>"To see it jsut lying there...I used to think death is natural, but from up close it looks like as if someone is stealing from us. Feeding on us."

>"I think you are afraid of mortality, Anon."

>Anon rubs his eyes. They are watery now.

>"That's not it. It's just that...when people are dead, they are't meant to move. But this...thing in the woods did. It turned it's head."

>"...Anon..."

>"It talked too."

>...advanced schizophrenia...

>"Oh? And what did it tell you?"

>Anon downs the rest of the coffee in one gulp.

>"It asked for help."

>...potentially irredeemable case...

>You put the quill and parchment aside.

>You walk up to Anon and on him.

>"What gives, Twilight?"

>You shush him and sniff him.

>Hmm... You can't smell any alcohol.

>"Keep your eyes wide open please. I need to examine them."

>Your horn flashes bright and you take a really close look at Anon's eyes.

>The vains, while showing a lot, are relatively normal as far as you know humans.

>The iris seems undamaged and the pupils react just fine.

>That doesn't add up.

>"Where were you last night?" you ask.

>Anon frowns. You don't believe him and he knows it.

>"Home. I was reading a book about the noble house Harponnen."

>"Have you recently consumed anything I've told you not to?"

>"I have done no foraging and have used only herbs that exist in my world too."

>You are running out of ideas.

>"How about alcohol? Have you drunk any?"

>"Not a drop. My kin has offered plenty of examples to avoid."

>"How about other...substances?"

>Anon raises an eyebrow.

>"Such as...?"

>It's not fitting for a proper filly like yourself to know about these things.

>"I dunno...But you seem to have befriended some questionable mares in your time here."

>Anon raises the empty cup.

>"So this is what this...this shot of jet black coffee is about?!"

>Anon is now towering over you, apparently angry. His throat is now clear and his voice is booming.

>"Listen here stupid and clear the jam off your ears. Burry doesn't get others drunk and Scratch isn't some STD-ridden junkie!"

>You don't reply. You've warned Anon that for every profanity he says, you won't talk to him for a minute.

>"You know Twilight, for a cunt you're such a dick. No wonder you never had friends in Canterlot. It's because they knew you."

>Anon stomps all the way out, stopping to call Spike a born slave.

>You sigh. How could Anon be so heartless as to say such things to you?

 

 

 

 

>Be Anon.

>It's night.

>Man, Twilight is such a stuck up bitch.

>You try to ask for help and she calls you a drunk and a tripper.

>You sigh. How could she be so heartless as to say such things to you?

>You look at the book resting on your bedside table.

>Books have been your late night companions for some time now.

>You want to sleep but you're too disturbed by today's encounter to relax.

>You lie on the bed deciding to read through the night.

>Tomorrow you'll go sleep at Lyra's.

>You should be safe at daytime and among other people.

>You pick up the book and flip to the page you've set your bookmark in.

>"...The Baron had two sons, Ginseng and Copec who antagonized eachother..."

>You read and read, until your vision blurrs and your concentration is gone.

>You set the book aside and rub your eyes.

>It's hard to stay up without internet.

>You look at the clock.

>It's almost half past 3am.

>Some call it the devil's witching hour back in your world.

>You wouldn't pay much mind to such superstitions if it weren't for your morning.

>Now you are creeped out and jumpy.

>You decide to get off bed and lock all doors and windows.

>You check the windows and bolt them.

>You check the door and make sure your wooden cudgel is in place next to it.

>You get back to your bed and lie on it thinking.

>You don't want to live in fear. You should go back to the forest to deal with the creature once and for all.

>Perhaps with a silver stake and a few stallions you c-

>A gentle rapping on the window pulls you back to reality.

>You open your eyes.

>Open?

>Crap, you fell asleep.

>You look at the window. Nothing there.

>*Thud!*

>Something fell.

>Something big.

>Something that a moment ago was on your window and trying to get in.

>You are being paranoid. You must keep it together.

>You hear shuffling from outside, as if something is dragging it's bulk through your garden.

>You get off the bed again and pick up the oil lamp from your your bedside table.

>You head for the door.

>The shuffling persists, although the direction of the sound is changing.

>It stops occasionally.

>You pick up your wooden cudgel.

>It doesn't hurt to be armed.

>Although you doubt anything could get in.

>After all, you locked all the doors and windows.

>Creaking. Thud. More shuffling.

>...Except for the basement door that locks from the outside...

>The shuffler is inside now. The weapon will come in handy.

>You stand there for a moment or two thinking about leaving the house and running outside.

>But there may be more outside...

>You make a dash from the internal basement door that connects the basement to the rest of the house.

>It doesn't lock. You'll have to prop a chair against the handle.

>But you wasted precious time.

>The door's handle backs away as you try to reach it and the door opens.

>You jump back startled. Good thing you didn't drop your oil lamp.

>Your hunter emerges from the darkness and into the soft light.

>It's that thing. The living corpse.

>Shuffling towards you.

>You grit your teeth and your knuckles go white as they squeeze the cudgel's handle.

>This is your home. You sanctuary. And this...thing dares to befoul it?!

>You raise the cudgel over your head and prepare to bring it down on a wide arc.

>The zombie pony stops moving and is staring at you.

>It's eyes are emitting an almost inpeceptible green glow.

>"...please...I won't...huuuuu...hurt you...."

>You hesitate.

>The creature falls on the floor and doesn't move again.

>You watch like a hawk for any movement.

>Nothing but shallow breathing.

>Shallow breathing?

>You kneel next to the creature.

>You leave the oil lamp a safe distance away from the creature.

>With your free hand you pin it's head on the floor.

>You slowly push your head against it's chest.

>You hear the faint, distant beating of a weak heart.

 

 

 

 

>Be Chrysalis

>You are the queen of the changelings.

>Or at least you were.

>It was your responsibility to find food for your subjects.

>You thought you'd found it. In Canterlot.

>Canterlot...The site of your downfall.

>You were beaten back. You failed to feed your subjects.

>You were exiled for this, and only because you managed to escape with your life.

>A new queen arised and turned your loved ones against you.

>You remember the moment of betrayal.

>"Off with her head!" she ordered her minions.

>Now here you are, starving, sick, near death and lost in a sea of fever dreams.

>You feel something cool brushing against your forehead.

>It feels nice.

>..........

>You wake up.

>You look around.

>You are in an unfamiliar place that looks like a storage room.

>You get on your hooves and walk around.

>You feel a little better.

>You must have fed off the affection the inhabitants of this place have for eachother.

>You need more nourishment.

>There are two doors out of this room but they are both locked.

>You hear commotion from the other side of one door.

>Heavy steps, followed by a deep voice.

>"Hey! Um...whatever you are. Are you awake?

>Ever since your swarm of a family turned on you all you've seen in the world is pain and danger.

>You decide to not reply.

>"I'm coming in. Stay where I can see you and don't try anything."

>There's a noise coming from the door.

>Whatever's on the other side is big and has you trapped.

>Paniced, you look for a way out. For a place to hide. Anything.

>The door opens and you come face to face with your host.

>It's big alright, but it's unlike any creature you've seen before.

>It's standing on it's hind legs which bend forwards.

>It's skin is like a pig's and it's coat is extremely thin. Almost inexistent.

>It's front legs bend backwards and it's hooves end up in five, very small, uneven legs.

>It's eyes are small, it's ears a completely alien shape, and it's snout abnormal.

>This is an abomination of nature.

>It's carring a wooden bowl on one hoof and a box on the other.

>"I see you are better. Good."

>You back away as he comes near you.

>You can almost taste it's feelings.

>Lots of bottled rage, malice, hate and loathing.

>No good thing could had birthed such a creature.

>"Don't worry. I won't hurt you" it says as it comes ever nearer.

>Your back is now against the wall.

>"Who-What are you and how did I get here?" you demand.

>"The creature looks puzzled and a little offended.

>"I'm a terran. More specifically I'm a male human, but I don't like associating myself to the rest of mankind."

>A hermit? Outcast like you, maybe?

>"As to your other questions, my name is Anonymous and you crawled all the way here from the forest, begging for my help."

>You couldn't distinguish reality from phantoms in your fever dreams.

>You relax a little, knowing that the monster didn't harm you when it had the chance.

>"And where is "all the way here" exactly?" you inquire.

>"Ponyvile."

>"Ponyvile?!"

>Oh no. By now every p0ny has heard of your actions on the castle and are hunting for you.

>Anonymous leaves the bowl and the box next to you and walks to the other door.

>"So, what is your name? And what are you?" he asks as he unlocks the door.

>"I'm..."

>You can't tell him. He is a ponyfriend.

>"I...have no name and kin. I'm an outcast, like you."

>Anonymous opens the door, letting some light in.

>"I'm not an outcast. I'm just stranded here" he replies.

>"I thought you were exiled."

>"As far as I'm concerned, it is I who exiled the rest of the world."

>What a strange creature.

>Anonymous kneels next to you and opens the box.

>You smell rubbing alcohol and cotton. Must be a first aid box.

>"Now, to clean your wounds."

>He takes one of your hooves at a time and examines it.

>He puts his small legs at the end of his front hooves in your holes.

>You find that disturbing but make no move.

>You can't help but blush a little, nonetheless.

>He raises an eyebrow.

>"Odd. There's no scar tissue, cuts, or different flesh colour. Are those holes...natural?"

>"Yes, they are natural and no, they are not wounds."

>"Same for the wings?"

>You look at your wings. Your beautyful wings. They are in tatters, but they'll heal.

>"They'll heal."

>Anonymous sighs and puts away the medical supplies.

>He offers you the wooden bowl.

>There's food in it. People food.

>"What is this?" you ask.

>"Mushed taters. Potatoes. I thought you couldn't chew in your condition."

>Is that...affection you feel?

>"I never eat...err, potatoes."

>Almost forgot yourself there.

>"What do you want then?" he asks.

>"Don't worry Anonymous. I'm fine."

>"Call me Anon. Say, what name do you go by?

>Oh yes. There's that issue.

>"What would you call me?" you offer.

>"Let's see...I didn't see any manparts on you and you look mysterious, kinda fairy-ish and feminine."

>You nod.

>"Fae Lass. How about it?"

>Time to feed.

>"I like it" you say with a smile.

>You rest your head on Anon's shoulder.

>"Thank you, Anon. Thank you for taking me in."

>He puts his front legs around you.

>"Think nothing of it, Fae."

>Yummy.